Zariel stood there with a solid expression watching Aurelia from the sidelines, revealing nothing but a sense of pride. While 'Decent of Morningstar did not come from her core, it originated from the intricate grasp of her knowledge. That called upon a Higher Beings power; a concept used heavily within Iluthath.
"Azazel's Blade!" Elyimi shouted in shock, taking a few steps back as her heart seized in fear" Surely this is not real!"
To gaze upon the aftermath at the massive ocean stretching hundreds of kilometers, Elyimi, alongside the Professors, stood still in utter dread as fear danced along their spines, sending their minds into a spiraling frenzy.
"Tier 3? No, that was a tier 4 spell!" The Red Priest said, only to shake his head, " It could be a five. I can't tell from here."
Zariel chuckled and responded in a knowing tone, "True Tier 4 and 5 are the starting point of massive spells that can destroy cities and towns. Known to many as the beginning stages of godhood. From what I can tell, Aurelia spell is around tier 4."
"Untrue," the Red Priest replied, with the flames of battle swelling within his eye. " I've seen a tier 3 spell annihilate a few cities."
There was an icy silence within the room as many bowed their heads in agreement.
They had all seen it, too. The flash of a Sigil clinging to the burning skies; The blazing radiance that shone through the ashes of war.
"And were any of those cities warded?" Zariel inquired, leaving behind a deadly realization amongst everyone present. "It is not true war if your enemy runs out with trivial protection. One must do more than climb a ladder to breach major cities with wardings." He smirked, "that spell of Aurelia is capable of destroying a tier 5 warding with its piercing power."
Eliymi's lips sealed themselves as she dared not speak on the topic of such high levels spells that required years to learn and multiple minutes to cast, a plethora of consumables alongside high levels of concentration.
She was scared.
Not at the child whose eyes seemed as innocent as anyone her age but rather the sheer effortlessness in which such a spell was used.
'A tier 4 Spell,' she thought, clenching her fist so tightly she broke through the skin.
Stroking his hairless chin, Zariel suddenly frowned, peering up into the skies and then back down unbeknownst to everyone but the Red Priest, who stood in silence, watching him like a hawk.
"I'll be back," Said Zariel, taking his leave as fast as the words left his lips. He stormed through the halls to the outside and took to the skies with a levitation spell, stopping just above the clouds where a bewitching woman stood, draped in loose-fitted black robes.
Eyes scarlet as the blood moon, with a noble elegance, the demoness eyed Zariel, placing her hands over her hips, "Zariel Snow."
"What are you?" Zariel asked, unable to sense any life emanating from the woman in front of him. Only a monstrous amount of intent somehow seemed to take on a life of its own.
"I am Lilith, the Demonic Mother of Demons," she replied in a short utterance of words.
"Who?"
"Ignorant child," Lilith stated, passing her hands through her silky black hair, "I am here because I wish to know more about your Mother."
"Mother?" He cried, instantly growing a bit defensive.
"Tell me where the Gate is," Hissed the Demonic mother in a cold, blatant tone as she blinked into existence an arm's length away, snatching him by the neck.
Suddenly a myriad of strings and nodes connectin in such intricate ways they began to take the form in that of the appearance of a human within Zariels eyes.
"I've no idea what you speak of, and personally, even if I did know, why would I tell you?" Zariel said with confidence that made even Lilith uneasy. "I've been to hell, tormented by Mephisto; what makes you think you can make me talk?"
"I could send you back,"
"And I'll just escape again."
Lilith's scarlet eyes dimmed as her fingers released their hold over the young master's neck, "You got a lot of grit. I like that." She claimed, yet her lips held a smile that did not meet her eyes. " Your Mother Yuki Snow is a name that strikes fear in many. A Forsaken in the truest sense, yet for some reason, she decided to be born in this era."
'Forsaken?' Zariel thought, 'what's that?'
"You're Mother came from a bloodline banned throughout the Heavens, cast into a land unknown to even we Origin God and Demons. Her power was unrivaled in this fourth heaven, yet for some reason. The first instance we saw her, she was gravely injured and yet held the ability to repel my advances. " Lilith claimed once again, narrowing her pearly red eyes that seemed like shards of glass glistering under the sun.
Massaging his neck, Zariel snorted, " What nonsense you speak! Origin Lord? Mother of Demons? Before I leave, make yourself known! I've no idea who the hell you are!"
"I am Mephisto's equal! Is that enough information for you!" She said, rolling her eyes at the irritation before her. " Now speak before my patience wears thin. I know you know something about your mother! A story she told during your days as a toddler, places you've been. God forbid, surely you've seen something!"
"Mephisto's equal? I find that hard to believe. Mephisto for all his jokes and games. That man is poised, looking at himself as both an observer and a critic. He is one of the most terrifying men, and I barely know him; you, on the other hand, seem like some random bitch trying to strong-arm a man with nothing to lose." Zariel said, lowering his arm to his side.
"Nothing to lose!" Repeated Lilith bellowing a slew of sweet laughter, " What of that girl below?"
"Aurelia? Go right ahead; I honestly would like to see what will happen. I want you to try to kill me as well. Challenge Mephisto. I do believe he is watching. And Aurelia's Father, I believe Mephisto said his name was Lucifer Morningstar. Truly I would like to see what he can do. After all, if Mephisto is Aurelia's niece, then that must mean that Lucifer and Mephisto are brothers."
Lilith's arms grew crossed, her jaw tightened, and her eyes dimmed to a cruel black, swirling with scarlet light. "Boy,' she started, but Zariel was quick to cut her short.
"Please don't back out on my account. I truly want to know what you'll do." He challenged, unable to believe there was someone stupid enough to appear before him without a real plan. Lilith had simply appeared and demanded answers to questions Zariel himself couldn't give. And even if he could, he was under no obligations to speak nor fear for his life. He didn't care if he died.
Life, death, they were all the same to him. He knew it was only a matter of time before hell sang its homecoming song.
"The Fallen of Hell did a number on you, didn't they," Lilith grumbled, tightening her arms over her chest. "I was told you knew nothing, so maybe I'll just look for your Mother's family, maybe your brother,' She goated one final time, and for the first time, Zariel paused, thinking about something.
He recalled that one night, his mother returned covered in bruises, a busted lip, and swollen eyes. she had looked at him with pure tears staggering into his room as he watched, a little too young to understand what had happened. Her legs had trembled that grim night as she fell to his cradle and kissed his cheek.
Zariel could still recall the stench of liquor on her breath, and he knew his mother never drank. Tears had filled his eyes that day as she spoke. " I should never have been born like so, never should have left the ancient family. Aether was my home, but the gates call for me."
"My little Zar, you'll forgive mommy, right? Will you forgive her for bringing you and your big brother into this false realm? Forgive her for allowing the blood of that beast to flow through you? Forgive me, my baby boy. Forgive mommy! Forgive mommy. Forgive—"
Recalling the bitter tears pouring from her face, her wails as she held him dearly pouring, her heart out, Zariels eyes swelled with pearls of water, and Lilith smiled.
"There it is. Tell me, boy." She pushed, bearing down upon Zariel.
"Fuck off," he snapped, turning his back as he readied himself to descend, " I've no reason to explain myself to the likes of you. Unless you can make a deal, we've nothing to discuss."
Golden light pressed cruelly against Zarils cheeks as a demonic gleam filled his eyes; he snorted, burrowing down towards Alos as Lilith hovered, startled by the look he held. She had seen such looks before, in her knights of hell, beings of unimaginable power with the madness to match.
"Naive as always, my lovely whore," the trickster said, crackling in laughter, as his body emerged from the void, filling the skies with dark embers. "Why is it you think any of us can control Zariel Snow? Did you think I tormented him for nothing? Idiot. Think for a moment. What no response? Well, fine, I did it to strengthen the boy. I knew other fallen would take an interest in him, same with devils and demons, but I needed him to be strong and not fall for plots due to fear. No one can strong arm that boy, not even me. Not yet anyway."
"You sly bastard." Growled Lilith, clenching her fist so tight that the balls of her knuckles turned pearly white. " What the hell are you after?"
"Booty," Mephisto answered, vanishing in a sea of embers, leaving Lilith still trembling in a fit of rage.
…
Barging into the room with a cold look, Zero lifted his mask and frowned as his attention shifted to the virtual image in his hand.
"Aether, I want to go."
"And aurelia?" Zero calmly responded, flicking through various reports.
"Tsk, I can take her."
'What about Tiamat?"
"I—"
"We've all have tons of shit to accomplish in a limited amount of time. I suggest you take it easy. You go to the Great Realm of Aether, and you're dead. Suppose you head anywhere within the Twelve Realms; you are dead. You're weak beyond reason."
"So what does Grandmaster Zero recommend?" Zariel barked through clenched teeth.
"You can start by telling me what happened to get you so riled up."
"Mother's family."
"The Blacks? Oh, you found out—"
"You knew!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Zariel, I'm one of the heads of the most powerful organizations around the Exalted Wheel. Information is power! Of course, I did some research into your mother. Who the hell do you take me for? I'm even one of the heads of the Black Hand. So no shit, I know a few things."
A large frown marred Zariels lips. He growled, " Does my brother know?"
"Yup. you were dead when I found out, and honestly, I forgot to tell you. I still have my reservation regarding your sanity." He carelessly said, dismissing the virtual terminal with a wave of his hand; he sighed, "I still think it's a bad idea to tell you."
"Bad idea? My mother was brutally raped for years, and some House I know nothing about did nothing but stand by and let three children be born through rape. They had better be dead! Or retarded!"
"Yuki Black was a beloved member of a noble family, and Arsene, when I say noble, I mean noble. The black family dated back over several hundred Chaos Cycle and was said to be the guardians of the Sovereign Elements before a betrayal happened in their court and the Elements were stolen. The black family lost a bit of face with that and went into seclusion for a long time, and technically they still are." Zero softly said. Summing two beers from his Infinity Ring, he continued, " House Black is probably the oldest house to still exist in all the twelve realms."
Zero's words came like a convoluted storm to Zariels heart as he could not understand what the hell had happened: Where were they?
Anger swelled and splintered through him as his fist clenched, so tight blood trickled out from his palm.
"Unfortunately, from what I've heard, Yuki Black was said to be a peak Chaos Lord of the highest levels—towering over the ancestors of the Black Family in stature. I'd even heard she killed quite a few chaos lords throughout the years. Her power was so high that there were rumors of her being the strongest being in all of the Twelve Planes. And yet, she always seemed injured."
"I-I-don't understand."
"Even at birth, according to her grandfather, Yuki was born with a crippled soul that never recovered no matter what they did. He even claimed that she should have never been so strong, much less alive this long."
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